XXI
IN DISGUISE
IN DISGUISE
Your face possessed me while we talked;
It seemed the picture of a heart
In whose fair garden Sorrow walked,
While Joy, poor errant, stood apart,
A suppliant at the gate.
It seemed the picture of a heart
In whose fair garden Sorrow walked,
While Joy, poor errant, stood apart,
A suppliant at the gate.
You do not dream that she is near,
So still she waiteth and so shy.
You are not thinking of her, dear;
Almost you have forgot to sigh
She comes no more of late.
So still she waiteth and so shy.
You are not thinking of her, dear;
Almost you have forgot to sigh
She comes no more of late.
I know, I know, she longs to come,
And lift the latch with quick surprise;
And yet she standeth strange and dumb,
And looks, behind that still disguise,
As one you never knew.
And lift the latch with quick surprise;
And yet she standeth strange and dumb,
And looks, behind that still disguise,
As one you never knew.
But if she came with smile and dance,
With banners flying, music gay,
Oh, would you run with answering glance,
Or only turn your head away
From what was not for you?
With banners flying, music gay,
Oh, would you run with answering glance,
Or only turn your head away
From what was not for you?
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